Shocking

So I was mentally congratulating myself as I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor. Today went well. I didn't accomplish all I wanted to get done, but I managed to get through the day pretty well. It also occurred to me that no one had suggested EST for me, something a woman I know had been prescribed. Is that the sum of what life has become? I did a few chores, talked to a few people, and did not have to face electric shock treatments, so I was satisfied, almost elated. Is this pathetic or is this "good enough" living?

One more query--why is it so much easier to recognize sadness and joy and true discernment in someone else"s life?

Favorites

Utilizing my Favorites when I opened the internet in order to get to this blog, I noticed the range of sites I have accumulated. Included on my list of Favorites are the following:

• my married daughter's blog
• a site about needlework
• something called Insurgent Country
• a site about Missouri sales/use taxes
• a source for Soduko

That's only a sampling. What would a shrink have to say about the combination? First of all, with so many, I obviously do not have the concept of "favorite" down. Then there is the proclivity toward both government and insurrection. Hmmm.

I must remember to smile. It's along the lines of the "acting as if" of 12 Step programs.